Hello! This is my first piece of FMA fan fiction and I hope you enjoy it! Ed is 18 in this fic, I thought that was an OK age for this piece. It goes along the pretty traditional line of Roy finding himself with a Fullmetal on his hands : ), I know it's been done a lot but the reason for that is because its such an ace idea!
Roy and Ed in a house! Who knows what could happen! (Goes off to drool in a corner...)
Anyway, I hope you like it and please review. PLEEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAASE! They are my only joy in life (violins), they are the reason I check my email every day...OK I'll stop going for the sympathy vote.
Enjoy!
I in no shape or form hold any rights over the Fullmetal Alchemist anime or manga, the world would be a highly disturbed place if I did...
xXx
Roy Mustang had a problem.
In fact, more precisely, Roy Mustang had two problems.
They were currently occupying his doorstep.
One was short, blond, presently sporting a triumphant if somewhat manic grin and holding problem number two in its strong arms.
Said problem number two was small and furry with four paws. It was mewling slightly.
Roy responded the only way he felt reasonable in such a situation.
"What. The. Fuck. Fullmetal."
It was a statement rather than a question.
Roy knew exactly 'what the fuck' it was, he was simply voicing his displeasure at having the eighteen year old stray alchemist at his door, again, currently brandishing his latest excuse to invade the colonel's house.
Roy wondered what it would be next time. So far, on an almost weekly basis Ed had appeared on Mustang's doorstep wielding some suitably pathetic animal (so far the list had included puppies, mice, a baby bird and one time even a frog) claiming that he had just happened to be in the area when he came across this poor lost animal and he simply had to come to Roy's house to take care of the unfortunate creature.
Roy was beginning to think that Ed went around terrorising the household pets of the neighbourhood simply so he had an excuse to call on the colonel. Though why he would go through all this effort was quite beyond Roy, it would probably be just to annoy him, and if that was the case, Mustang grimly thought, Fullmetal was doing a fantastic job.
Not even bothering to wait for a reply Mustang walked back into the house gesturing lazily for the blonde alchemist behind him to follow.
Roy was simply too tired to listen to the long drawn out reasons from Fullmetal as to why he was currently calling on him, again, so he just left the front door open and left the teenager to follow him inside, as he did. Cautiously entering the house he gently set the kitten down on the floor, where it sat and stared at Ed in stunned amazement (the way kittens generally stare at anything) as he removed his heavy black boots.
Mustang snorted at the action, observing Ed from his adopted position leaning against the wall. So the squirt thought it was fine to randomly invade a commanding officer's home whenever he felt like it but it was all OK if he was polite enough to remove his shoes?
Roy would have commented on the irony yet he presently had more important matters to discuss with the alchemist.
"Fullmetal." He began.
Ed, finished with taking off his shoes, was now reaching down to once again pick up the dazed kitten, looking up at Mustang when addressed.
"What?" came the reply, when the kitten was once again securely within his arms.
Mustang scowled.
"I was just happening to enquire why you feel it necessary to turn up at my house every other bloody week! Every other bloody week!" he repeated, "Bringing with you half the strays in fucking central!"
Roy had so far managed to keep his voice dangerously calm, but he wasn't finished yet.
"Well,' he continued 'I mean mostly strays, I'm not really sure if a frog, an f-ing FROG Fullmetal, classifies as a stray. Did you have fun fishing it out of whatever bloody pond of sewer you found the ruddy thing ?!?"
Roy was particularly sore about the frog. So far all the animals Edward had currently brought into his house he had been able to ditch on well wishing neighbours.
The frog had been a different matter.
No one in his area seemed to have a bloody pond and Fullmetal wouldn't let him char grill the thing so Roy now had the slimy creature living in his bathroom in a fish tank.
The worst thing was he was actually getting used to having it dumbly stare at him when he... you know... relieved himself.
With a creased forehead Fullmetal appeared to be considering his answer to Roy's angry tirade, and after a short pause, he replied.
"Well Colonel,' the words were thick with forced politeness "as I have said on previous occasions I just happened to be in the area. It isn't my fault if I come across any poor homeless animals while I'm here, and when I do surely coming to your place is the most logical answer, after all," he said with a devious grin "don't you always say it is our duty to protect those below us."
Roy stared at the other alchemist in disbelief.
The little twerp had used his own ethics against him!
About to tell Edward just what he thought about his animal saving alter ego Roy was forced to bite back his words as the teen brushed past him towards the kitchen (yes, Ed had been to Roy's house that many times now that he was accustomed to the lay out) still holding the seemingly concussed kitten in his arms.
"I'm going to find Bella some food." He called over his shoulder at the stupefied figure of Mustang "You're bound to have a tin of tuna somewhere, I'll just use that."
Mustang was substantially irritated that Ed had already named the ruddy thing. Bella, was it? That didn't mean he was going to have to keep the stupid cat?
Roy was once again about to deliver a suitably furious angry tirade to the cat wielding blonde when he was once again cut off by the other alchemist.
"Oh." Edward added, pausing in the doorway to the kitchen, effectively silencing Roy's angered rant. "You'd better sort me out a bed too, I'm staying here for a while."
With that the short alchemist disappeared into the depths of Mustang's kitchen leaving Roy to have the newly acquired information sink in.
The reaction was impressive.
"WHAAAAAAT??!!!"
Roy Mustang's house now had a new occupant...
Not to mention a cat.
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What did you think? I'm pretty happy with it (rose tinted spectacles), it was really fun to write (Roy and the frog. Ha!).
I've been wanting to write a FMA piece for a while now and I've finally started one! Go Roy/Ed romance! Illogical but oh so fun!
Please review! Don't take away my reason to live! Lol... (it woudl be even funnier if it wasn't true : ), yes I will stop going for the sympathy vote.)
Hope you liked!
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